"You made an acquaintance?
The acquaintance of a girl?
Who ?" "Her name is Beatrice Meadowsweet.

She is a dear, delightful, fresh girl, and exactly my own age." Catherine's dark face was all aglow.

Her handsome brown eyes shone with interest and pleasure.
"Catherine, how often, how very often have I told you that expressions of rapture such as you have just given way to are underbred." "Why are they underbred, mother ?" Catherine's tone was aggressive, and Mabel again kicked her sister's foot.
The kick was returned with vigor, and Catherine said in an earnest though deliberate voice: "Why are expressions of rapture underbred?
Can enthusiasm, that fire of the gods, be vulgar ?" "Kate, you are cavilling.

Expressions of rapture generally show a lack of breeding because as a rule they are exaggerated, therefore untrue.

In this case they are manifestly untrue, for how is it possible for you to tell that the girl you have just been speaking to is dear, delightful, and fresh ?" "Her face is fresh, her manners are fresh, her expression is delightful.
There is no use, mother, you can't crush me.